The peak of the internet was posting cryptic song lyrics to drop hints on our crushes, and it has all been downhill from there. Whatever ends up replacing Twitter should keep this in mind.
Men normally get the bad rep for weaponised incompetence but I just called Matt, interrupting his work party, to ask him what kind of pot he uses to cook a certain recipe. Is this feminism?
About 10 people at work have commented that I have come back from holiday looking healthy and refreshed. I now dread to think what I looked like before I left.
I genuinely enjoy watching the F1 but something about the whoosh whoosh of the cars always lulls me into a very pleasant sleep. Basically every GP race day I have a lovely Sunday afternoon nap and I look forward to it.
I appreciate that we're going for a modern retelling here but Persuasion is my favourite Jane Austen novel and I am deeply protective!! I am very uncomfortable with whatever this is!!
Not sure if this is an age thing or a brain capacity thing, but I've started responding to texts with just a thumbs up emoji and I never wanted to be that type of person.
Had a "not in Kansas anymore" moment last night when I witnessed a literal police chase from my balcony while I was just trying to quietly read my book.
@meganxmackay I tried to connect Bluetooth headphones to my work phone recently and for some reason the phone called the firm managing partner.. at 9pm 😓 I hung up so fast but then he called me back. So awkward. Technology is a demon.
Day 4 of being c*vid positive and I have lost sense of smell and taste. I'm really sad, not the least because I was eating my first real meal in days when I noticed.
What gross tasting health food should I try now that I won't care it doesn't taste like fruitloops??
The UK's response to this crisis has been outrageous. I was trying to be optimistic last week, but the fact it has come to this is shameful. I don't have words for what my job has been like this week, or the incredible feats my colleagues are doing to try to get people to safety.
We’re outside the UK visa application centre in Rzezsow, Poland.
It’s -3 degrees. People have been waiting in this queue for 3 hours.
There are children here. An 84 year old woman.
And plenty of room inside, but they won’t open the door.
I spent a lot of my day today advising anxious Ukrainian nationals on their immigration options to bring family members to the UK.
I won't lie, there are days I look at my mountain of student debt and wonder if this job was worth it. Today was not one of those days.
At bedtime the 8 yo told me his teacher said: “Think of your mind like a pond full of fish and each fish is a feeling. Try to be the pond, not the fish.” And all I can say is primary school has significantly improved.
I have been invited to join a new group of girls by a mutual friend, and they are texting me to confirm brunch plans 2 MONTHS IN ADVANCE. 😭 Sadly I do not think this friendship will work.